Dear Midwife,
Just a friendly note to let you know you skillfully stripped the skin off my soul last night leaving me raw and sore. In general I tend to gel with your colleagues. I deeply respect the compassionate continuity of care you are able to provide. In fact, I personally would chose to be followed by midwifery if immaculate conception befalls me in the near future.
You say you're an open-minded, women-empowering, body and soul restoring wellness worker but all you saw were my greens. I have never felt so judged and marginalized in my life than when you confronted me as you 'advocated for your client'.
Do you know my name? My history? Do you know my passion for marginalized women? Do you care that I'm a person? Your blinders against Western medicine destroyed me. Your hate for all I represent was the focus, not the women you were to advocate for. The harsh words of an angry Obstetrician criticizing my decision-making is droplets off my skin compared to the soft hostility of your words.
Sincerely,
Wounded OB Resident
